Lucret ia

Its Not Just The Full Moon

They chose me to play the role of Rose. As an honor to my mother who was the last Rose of the village, the beauty of the village. Why would they do that? My mother had beauty grace and talent, I had nothing. I resembled my mother greatly in looks but nothing else, I wasn't adored or loved I wasn't the star of the village. No one liked me. They liked my mother, they liked me looking like my mother they liked me because I was her daughter. Not because I was Ia.

Sometimes I wish I new her longer then I did, I wish she was around to hug me when the wolfs came to help me when I felt sad to put ribbons in my hair to show me the love that I wanted. So I could wear dresses instead of breeches or dresses to big. Maybe I'm a dreamer. Maybe I should stop acting like a child and be thankful I remember how she looked. but I cant help but want more.

"Its been two days already" Mara took a deep breath brushing her hair back up into a messy bun at the back of her head. She was dressed in deep burgundy and gold, a new dress for the town dance and story telling. Its every Monday unless its a full moon. 

"Only two days it seemed like a week" I sighed placing my head into the palms of my hands, I had been twice to the same spot where I had met the black wolf and waiting for him seemed like it took forever. 

"Your going to wear that, its the first time in twelve years the other towns are joining us. Cute boys and everything but you want to wear that?" Her hands gestured to my plumb purple coloured dress I had put on with a sulk this morning. 

"I think it acceptable"

"Its like your in morning or something"  

Rose. It was a stupid tradition started since the village was first ever founded. Rose was the wife of the first chief Lord Ruckus and she was a beauty who could have been sent from heaven and she stole the heart of a traveler. With her beauty charm and grace she made him fall helplessly in love with her, he could never be with her as she was the chief wife. The traveler grew mad with rage and on the night of the villages gathering on the night of a full moon, he transformed into a werewolf. In order to protect the village Rose sacrificed herself to the wolf with open arms, a brave act which made the story all the more memorable. As the wolf pounced onto Rose she used her silver knife and pierced the wolfs heart, ever since the fist killing of the wolves we was cursed. Its ironic why we celebrate it, the life of a woman who killed a werewolf in honor of her village but yet caused his pack to hunt us down. 

Its a ironic story. 

A gathering. More people to insult me or compare me to my mother. They'll call me Rose. My mother was called Rosetta and that's how the Rose tradition came around. Its been years since other settlements come over. Maybe Lord Luracs plans on getting allies for the next full moon. 

"Can you believe they named you as the Rose of the village. Please. I should have that title, I have the hair and the beauty. No offence but you are rather" She glanced over at me with a sneer "Plain"

I know what Mara thinks of me, I know she hates me like every one else in the village. Deep down every one despises me, on the outside I must look like I don't care but on the inside I really do.Shes right though, I shouldn't be the Rose of the village. As a child I never got invited to the celebrations I was always stuck at home, alone. While the other people went and the children played together. But as I got older and was able to go I never wanted to. Mara knows I never like to attend such events the village holds unless it church on Sundays. Because I went last year she assumes I'll go this year. 

Deep down nobody likes me. I killed my mother they say, she a witch they will say.

"People say you look like your mother. I met your mother, you and her look nothing alike at all. Well maybe a little but your mother was a true Rose, your just"  I let Mara's voice fade out as I leaned against the wall looking out of Mara bedroom window looking over the village preparations already underway for the ceremony.